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She turned there and beckoned. The sound of their strident voices floated upwards, the high nasal note of the predominant Americans, the shrill laughter of girls quick to appreciate the wit of such of their male companions as thought it worth while to be amusing. "His lordship desires me to say—ough! ough!" Fresh groans and hisses. He was heartily thankful for it. "Do you hear me?" cried the lady, with increasing vehemence. At last some anodyne formed itself from these exercises, and, with eyelashes wet with such feeble tears as only three-o’clock-in-the-morning pathos can distil, she fell asleep.
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